Satty doesn't want this site to be about just him. However, THIS post is about the Todd Satterfield. The man who couldn't get his own alias one night out on the boat and the man who was well over par on the 2nd hole at players club and sent out a 2page email the next day describing his experience. This is about the man who saved my life one night in east st. louis to find out it wasn't even me he was saving. and this is also about the guy who purposely accidentally hit into a group in front of us at Audubon and the guy who threw a ball over the backstop after finding out that we had bought two dozen mush balls for a baseball tourney in louisville. It's also about the guy who took in a friend at a moments notice when he was going thru a hard time at a friends request.
I hope this post may spur some of your prequel stories about Todd because to me Todd Satterfield is much much more than his diagnosis. and I also hope it spurs you to tell stories about your loved ones and their stories, their prequel.
GIVE 'EM HELL, GO TEAM SATTY
Tuesday I took Satty up to Vandy to get his port put in his right upper chest. I didn't know what to expect about the process and how we would be handled by the Vandy staff. After the two hour ride in the rain telling stories and sharing philosophy we arrived in Nashville at the VUH radiology check-in room. At first I felt like we were like a herd of cattle at service merchandise but that feeling was forgotten shortly after they called number 94. Satty sat down and proceeded to be the bright spot in the day of the receptionist and one old man waiting near by. After a brief wait we were taken to room 1060 where he was instructed to take everything off 'cept the underwear. The "boss" and super cardinal fan informed him that he'd have to take his Saint Joseph necklace off as well. She then asked him if he knew why he was there. Indeed he did and described what he was there for while I was thinking (hmm do they know). The Nurse retrieved all the pertinent info and had a great bedside manner while doing so. She was the one that made the time we were there as pleasant experience as possible. The doctor, who had an accent like he was from Russia, came in and explained the procedure and showed Satty an actual port at Satty's request. An hour after the actual scheduled time of the procedure another nurse came in and wisked him away. Roughly an hour and a half later the beeper they gave me notified me that his procedure was done and he was in recovery. I returned to room 1060 and saw a smile on satty's face. I thought it was because he was happy to see me and that the port was successfully in place but I think it was for the vanilla milkshake I brought him. ;) Next I was informed that he was not allowed to drive, sign legal documents or drink alcohol. She then explained to both of us that the port had a high pressure well and a special needle was to be used and he had to show two of three forms of ID (wristband, keychain or card) telling any nurse performing an injection into the port (these three ID's are Pretty important things NOT to leave at Vandy and have to turn around to go back and get)
ReplyDeleteWish it was under different circumstances but I'm glad I got to spend the day with my buddy. I hope this tells you about the day we had and educates you a little.
Thank you and all of Todd's good, good friends he has had to be with him. I think he likes his friends to go because his Momma would ask wayyyyyy tooooo mannnny quessstions to suit him. I love each and every one of you for this. I understand. I have had my friends take me, too. It seems to make the time pass faster and the trip full of laughter. I cannot thank you all enough from the bottom of my heart.
ReplyDeleteTodd, you're so lucky to have good friends that will help you. B seeing you this weekend.If you need anything between now and the 3rd let me know.
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Don't forget about the knock down 6 iron at Municipal the day before........on the 97 yard hole!
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